The Song of the Rose
Amid a land of sorrow and dismay
where darkness rules and shadows mask the light,
I found a rose that shone like break of day,
that sang a beauteous song amid the night.
It sang of life and light, of joys men share,
of youth that smiles and stays forever young.
Of human love, of hope that laughs at fear,
nor left a single joy on earth unsung.
But then there came a horseman, pale as death,
who bore a scroll where was inscribed a debt-
The price by mortals paid with parting breath.
He plucked the beauteous flow'r from where it set.
He crushed it in his grasp, it struck the ground-
the song of silence, now the only sound.
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